My Time

by: Marcy Rosenbaum
for Don and Rosey

All of my heroes are dying.
All of my heroes are dead.
What does that say about me now
What does that say about my time?

Will they remember what we did back then
All the ideals we tried to defend
Is it real or is it pretend
something like that couldn’t happen again?
We went to work while our men took up arms
Into the factories, off of the farms
Making the bullets to protect them from harm
Was all that we could do

All of my heroes are dying.
All of my heroes are dead.
What does that say about my time?
What does that say about me now?

My husband was not the man who returned
silently living with the medals he earned
In his eyes you’d see cities that burned
Hoping lessons were learned

He lived through the pain of Seoul and Saigon
So much less sense than the things he had done
By Kabul and Baghdad he was already gone
and I laid the flag over his grave

All of my heroes are dying.
All of my heroes are dead.
What does that say about me now?
What does that say about my time?

Now I sit on my porch and watch the moon rise
Trying to focus these damn weary eyes
And I think that I see him out there in the skies
and sometimes I hear him call..

It makes me feel happy each time it appears
he same moon that we watched together for years
I don’t mind the memories, there’s no shame in tears
He never left me at all...

They say that it’s best to take the long view
History repeats every cycle or two
I hope my great-grandchildren know what to do
When it’s their turn to carry on...

All of my heroes are dying.
All of my heroes are dead.
What does that say about me now?
What does that say about my time?
What does that say about my time?
What does that say about me now?